Chapter 1889 What To Do?

Chapter 1889 What To Do?

"Master, what do we do about the whore?"

Yes, that was a great question.

What to do with the whore? Maim her, cut off her tongue? Bed her till she dies underneath you? Torture the lass until she gets numb?

Castello slowly raised his head with a sharp glint in his eyes. Surely, the brat should be expecting him to be enraged to the point that he starts acting rashly.

Understand that like a game of chess, one might understand the rules before they send their pieces forth. That's why for now, their sole purpose should only be on intel gathering and strengthening their bases that haven't been touched yet.

"What a bold little whore she is. But let me ask you both this..." Looking out the window, Castello smirked. "How do you catch a rat?"

"By setting a trap, my Lord."

"No..." Castello shook his head. "Not a trap, but bait."

Do you think the whore will stop with this little success she accomplished? He didn't think so.

She might be laying low now, but there will be a day she emerges to start her wave of chaos all over again. And by that time, although they won't particularly know which hidden fortress or slave campsite she will attack next, they can always steer her thoughts to the direction they wanted.

"Marvelous!!"

Both Dickens and Clayton's eyes lit up when listening to their Lord.

"How clever my Lord! Using one of the campsites as bait to lure her in will nip the matter in the butt.

Again, he could also be a travel blogger or newsletter writer who travels and captives the scene through his wordings.

In truth, there were many jobs that allowed one the luxury of traveling. But Timothy found that he wasn't attached to any, that is until he saw a unique one on the newspapers and online job hunting sites.

He first spotted it on the Daily newspaper and only headed to the online job sites for further info.

Understand that to maximize the space on the newspapers, jobs posted there just get straight to the point, listing the most essential job requirements, submission process, pay, job title, and job summary.

Only when you head online do you see some job descriptions being as long as 2 pages.

For many job hunters, they instantly felt fortunate to have the Internet in their lives. The more information given to them, the more their chances are at securing and nailing the interview.

Typically, most jobs online would give long and detailed summaries of what they expect from their candidates. But the job Timothy spotted was only half a page long, and was for not just Baymardians, but people from other UN empires. It stated clearly that people from non-treaty signed empires should not even bother applying. The job was so bizarre because it gave specific weight requirements all candidates must fall under, as well as other body specifications.

At first, he thought it might be a modeling job, but the other specifications made him think otherwise. Again, the word traveling was highlighted, drawing him closer to the job.

Like that, he applied and got a call for an interview a while back. But till this day, he can't explain exactly what the job was about.

Still, he would never forget the expression his father, Overseer Wiggins made when seeing the email sent to him.

His father didn't tell him what the job was about, but already, he could tell it was bound to be a revolutionary one.

"Brat!.. I'll drive you over. You can't afford to be late."

"Dad, aren't you being a little over dramatic here?" Timothy looked at his anxious father and felt amused. "Bah! What do you know? Get in the car before I smack you back into your mother's womb!"

Bam! '_'

The way Lyore slammed the door, one would think he was kidnapping Timothy.